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say in this world 1    You must make my particular [compliments] to Mrs. Lewis2; her kindness to Mrs. G-. is adding to the several great  obligations  I have to her.    'Tis a pleasure to receive such from one who acts from no motives, but innate goodness and benevolent virtue.    You must not tell that poor woman, what I am now going to mention. I fear we shall not see Naples.   We have been setting out for some time; and if we do not to be back3 by the end of this month, it will be impracticable from the heats, and the bad air, in the Campania.    But we are prevented by a great body of banditti, soldiers deserted from the King of Naples, who have taken possession of the roads,  and not only murdered several passengers, but some Sbirri who were sent against them.    Among others was a poor hermit, who had a few old medals which he had dug up, that they took for money.    The poverty of the Eoman States and the mutinous humour of the inhabitants, who grow desperate for want of a Pope, through decay of trade, and a total want of specie, are likely to increase the bands, while the Conclave sits, so that I fear we are prisoners at Borne, till the Election.    I should not at all dislike my situation, if I were entirely at liberty and had nothing to call me to England.    I shall but too soon miss there the peace I enjoy here; I don't mention the pleasures I enjoy here, which are to be found in no other city in the world, but them I could give up to my friends with satisfaction.    But I know the causes that drove me out of England, and I don't know that they are remedied.    But adieu! when I leave Italy, I shall launch out into a life whose colour, I fear, will have more of black than of white.